"I don't even know your name," she stammered trying not to look at the impressive erection resting on that oh-so-flat belly.
"It's Joe," he said quickly and as her hand went involuntarily to the belt of her robe his thick lashed green eyes darkened. Wow, he actually thought she was going to...
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Emma" she replied and she couldn't stand it any longer, she had to find out who the hell he was and what he was doing here even if it did ruin the moment. "How do you know Marcus?" she asked, "Why have you turned up in the middle of the night with no bags? Why were you shaking so much back in the hallway? Who are you?"
Out of the corner of her eye she could see his hard-on subsiding from the onslaught. She didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.
He suddenly looked very tired. "It's nothing to worry about. I've just had a bad day and need somewhere to crash." He fixed her with those green eyes. "It's really nice of you to help Emma. I'm sorry about the robe comment...it's just..." and as he stroked his cropped hair Emma noticed his hands were trembling. Her heart lurched in a disconcerting way and then she checked herself. Didn't Ted Bundy play the victim to get sympathy?
"You need some sleep," she said despite herself, "I'll get you a hot water bottle."
When she came back upstairs the bathroom was empty and a trail of coconut scent and wet footprints led her to her own bedroom. He was crashed out on his back, towel barely covering his lower half, that happy happy trail meandering to what she now knew to be one of the wonders of the modern world. Her heart lurched again as his dark lashes fluttered and he moaned quietly in his sleep. She gently pulled the duvet from under him, covered him and tucked the hot water bottle in. She stood watching him for a moment and without much conscious thought, just a sudden desire to sleep, she got in beside him.
Joe woke to total darkness and panic seized his throat as he fought through sleep. Choking back terror he slowly became aware of a strangely familiar waft of coconut. He was deliciously warm and naked and there was the slight heaviness of an arm slung over his chest. He could feel something silky pressed against the length of his body and inches from his nose he could just see long shiny hair. This was one of his good dreams. Releasing his hand from under the heavy covers, he ran his fingers through the soft waves. He was hard already, painfully hard but felt as if he could only move in slow motion. The woman beside him stirred and he brought his hand to her face drawing her lips to his. She kissed him back slowly and sleepily as he pushed a hand inside the silk robe and touched warm soft flesh, his hand cupping one perfect breast.